Hermione Granger had a problem. It bothered her and teased her all the time. In her first few years at Hogwarts, she had loathed it and hated it with all her heart, but now in her 7th year, she yearned for the attention and even loved it. Hermione gasped and covered her mouth. She loved it. She loved him. Her problem walked through the door and smirked at her shocked face, but soon forgot about her (or so it seemed) as Slughorn started to lecture. Hermione paid extra attention in class as Slughorn droned on, furious at herself. 'I can't believe this,' she thought to herself as she grudgingly took notes, pressing her quill so hard into the paper ink blotches formed. In a second, Slughorn stopped talking, and Hermione's problem was suddenly standing right in front of her desk in his grey-eyed, blonde-haired, muscular, 6'1" glory. And Hermione glared at him although her heart started to beat a little faster.

"If you heard, we're partners for the draught of peace," he drawled. Hermione tried her best to ignore her fleeting heart and sighed, feigning her distaste.

"Alright, let's get this over with." Draco Malfoy smirked and went to get supplies. "I think I have a problem," she murmured to herself, then started the mixture.

"Granger!" Hermione turned around, immediately recognizing the voice. Her heart sped up again and she felt her body warm as he neared. Draco grudgingly handed her a rolled up parchment. "I started to essay. You can finish it." Then, without looking at her eyes, he turned on his heel and strolled off. Hermione unrolled and looked at the parchment. He really had written most of it, but Hermione quickly found missing information to it, and she started on it right away in the library.

After a few hours of homework in the library, Hermione walked into the Head's common room, and lo and behold, there was her problem sitting on the brown couch with his feet on the table, books on his lap, and drinking something in a twinkling glass while staring into the fire. Hermione ignored him as she walked behind the couch, but she remembered the essay. She fished it out of her book bag and walked over to him, hiding her nervousness with her Gryffindor courage. She stood in front of him and his grey eyes snapped up to meet her brown ones. For a second, Hermione was mesmerized by his cool, grey eyes, but pushed it from her mind and quickly handed him the parchment.

"I finished it," she said, suddenly feeling her face grow warmer in his presence. Draco raised an eyebrow at her face.

"Are you blushing?" he asked in a quizzical tone, and Hermione put her hands to her burning cheeks.

"No," she lied, then blushed harder from embarrassment. "I have to go," she said quickly and rushed to her room. She blushed even harder, if that was possible. "Oh Merlin! This is worse than I thought!" Hermione ran to their adjoined bathroom and splashed cool water on her heated face. 'Stupid bloody problems,' she thought as the cold water came into contact with her skin.

Hermione woke up in the middle of the night, sweating and breathing hard. Her wet dreams about the Head Boy was never so vivid as they were that night. She threw off her covers and rushed to the bathroom. After washing her face, she sighed, then noticed Malfoy's door slightly left open. Curious, she quietly pushed the door open and stepped into a whirlwind of black, silver, and green. She saw Draco's blonde head resting on his pillow while the rest of his body was under green silk covers. Hermione walked quietly through his room to his sleeping form and looked down at his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful and his pale and unblemished face had no sneer and his thin lips held no smirk. And Hermione had a sudden urge to kiss him.

'I can't do that!' she cried to herself.

'Yes you can.'

'What if he wakes up?'

'Bully for you. Do it.'

'But I…'

'You know you want to.'

That little voice in her head was undeniably right, and Hermione's common sense was lost to her hormonal instincts as she leaned down to kiss his lips. Just as she was about to pull away, she felt a hand come behind her neck and crush her lips harder to his. Draco was kissing her back! Obviously he didn't know whom he was kissing, or else he would've pulled away in disgust. Sure, the war had changed a lot of things, but there were still purebloods who still despised Muggle-borns like her. Still, she wasn't complaing. 'Stop bloody analyzing and enjoy the damn kiss!' Hermione obeyed. The two former enemies snogged until Hermione was out of breath, and she planned to leave once they broke apart. But Malfoy was smarter than that. He had opened his eyes an inch the second he felt Hermione pulling slightly away.

"Granger?!" he said in disbelief, and Hermione fled.